"You're pregnant."
At the words of the elderly doctor who had served our family for years, my hand instinctively went to my stomach.
"Preg…nant…"
My stomach had been bothering me for the past few days, so I had finally decided to be examined. At the doctor's announcement, Mother, who had accompanied me, was struck speechless.
"The father is Myuze, isn't it? You're not going to tell me it's another man, are you?"
By Myuze, she meant my fiancé, Lord Myuze Lambest.
He was the heir to a ducal house, the man people called the Ice Nobleman, and my dearly beloved fiancé.
"Of course the child couldn't possibly belong to anyone but Lord Myuze!"
Mother visibly relaxed at my answer.
My name is Ferry Romanna, daughter of a marquess.
Father had been furious enough to look ready to storm the Lambest estate, but I had insisted—selfishly, perhaps—that I wanted to tell Myuze about the pregnancy myself.
Tonight there would be a meteor shower, and we had promised to watch it together. I wanted the news to come from my own lips.
When the sky began to deepen to indigo, Myuze arrived at our estate.
I had been waiting eagerly for him, but now that he was standing in front of me, unease fluttered through my chest.
"Ferry? Is something wrong? You look a little pale."
"N-no. Nothing at all."
It wouldn't be too late to tell him while we watched the meteor shower. With that thought, I forced a smile.
Myuze and I moved to the balcony of my room and enjoyed tea while we waited for the shower to begin.
Time seemed to pass strangely slowly.
"Ferry, it's started."
At Myuze's voice, I raised my head and looked up at the sky. Countless stars streaked across it, leaving trails of light behind them.
"Wow…beautiful…"
The instant I said it, something burst inside me.
It came rushing at me like a violent whirlpool, spinning and churning through my mind.
"Ferry?"
Myuze's alarmed face sprang into view, and in that instant everything inside me snapped into place.
At the worst possible moment, the memories of my previous life returned.
I realized that this world was the setting of a romance game I had played in that life.
Worse still, Myuze was one of the game's romance targets, while I had reincarnated as the villainess who would eventually be condemned and inevitably cast aside.
"N-no… You're kidding. This has to be a joke."
"Ferry? What's wrong?"
"Why? What's happening? What is going on?"
"Ferry? What happened?"
"What? No, no, no! Impossible! Wait! Just—wait a second! How is this even possible?!"
"Ferry?!"
Myuze leaned in, peering anxiously at my face, but I had far greater problems at the moment.
"Aaaaaaah! Why did I have to remember now?!"
"Ferry? What's wrong? What happened?!"
I'd reincarnated as the villainess…
Wait. Didn't that mean my life was over?
I was completely doomed, wasn't I?
If only I'd remembered before that happened…
And Myuze was my ultimate favorite in my previous life!
My absolute number one—the character I had adored and supported so obsessively that calling him my lifeblood would barely have been an exaggeration.
So why, of all people, did I have to be the villainess?!
Even as those thoughts tore through my mind, the sheer flood of information became too much. My vision went black, and as Myuze caught me in his arms, my consciousness abruptly cut out.